Ballz

If I had balls, I'd be sweating them off right this minute.

First time in a while I'm glad I'm sleeping alone - I swear if I had to sleep in a bed with someone else's body heat tonight, I'd harm them in unspeakable ways.

I gained weight, according to the cunty scale lurking in the bathroom.

This may be because I purged what little I ate the past couple days and that makes me retain water, BUT STILL.  That scale needs to be spoken to - it's clearly a douche.

Having my laptop on my actual lap is a bad, bad, BAD idea.  My pretend balls are even sweatier now.

I'm really just... Feeling kinda shittastic.

I'm a chubby, sweaty, fat, ugly, overweight mess. Blaaaaah.


I really want to fast.  I love fasting.  Not a technical fast, since I would be taking in calories in the form of Crystal Light, vinegar, psyllium husks, and broth... But still.  MY version of fasting.  My last real fast was a LONG time ago.  But I love the permanent lump that forms in my throat.  I love how intense my sense of smell gets.  I love the lightheaded, burning, insane passion of fasting.

Maybe I will.

Hrmmm....